To make us pay for what we get when we lay out on the beach…

Amazingly, that’s only the second-worst lyric to come out of Daryl Hall’s brain that I can think of. Although it’s attached to a much worse tune than the first choice. Ripping Vinyl remains weird, and it’s doing truly strange things to my subject lines. If I’d written this up half an hour ago, the subject […]

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